Not so her gracious, graceful, graceless Grace,

The full-grown Hebe of Fitz-Fulke, whose mind,

If she had any, was upon her face,

And that was of a fascinating kind.

A little turn for mischief you might trace

Also thereon,—but that's not much; we find

Few females without some such gentle leaven,

For fear we should suppose us quite in Heaven.